Her breast were small but perfectly shaped, perhaps a B cup. Her vagina was complete shaven, her mound fully enclosed her labia and clit. I looked h...er up and down, Melissa blushed and said I was embarrassing her. I told her not to be embarrassed because her body was gorgeous. Melissa blushed again and asked if I liked staring at other women nude. I confessed that I did and that looking at her really turned me own. Melissa's inhibitions had obviously been lowered by alcohol. She stepped. Oh, it was kind of nice. I knew my friend, and her family, which I consider to by my extended family, were too important to me for me to mess up that relationship for a little fling with Studly Jr. over there. Her mom actually encouraged us to date, dropping heavy hints when she saw us together. But once I saw past the Ben Affleck looks (I swear, not exaggerating: probably better-looking) to his less-than-enormous brain, my crush was over. When it comes to gray matter, size does. He’s married. She could nearly make me cum from the way she pulled and sucked on my large brown nipples. They would get so hard they would hurt and that would make me moan. I'd try to be quiet but she'd just pull on them harder to make me sound like an a****l. My pussy would be so wet that she could slide four fingers into me, moving her knuckles, slowly, with deliberation. "Oh you dirty, horny bitch" she'd hiss. "I know you like that. I feel your pussy squeezing around my hand. I'm going to make you cum so. We lay on your bed, with me in your arms. Kissing each other and laughing about what we did to our friends on how we just had to leave. Little did they know that we have been sex partners for a while. After we have are rested up, I go into the bathroom and start the water for a hot shower. You are lighting some candles for our Love making session. I call for you to come wash my back, you peek in the shower and see that my breasts are hard and that I'm all soapy. You join me in your kingsize.